And I don't mean the Elk, coyotes, bobcats, javalina, and the mountain lion rumored to be back in the neighborhood.
I mean really doesn't every neighborhood have those.
Nope I am talking about my live feed traffic, its pretty cool.
I've been watching it for a few months and have decided people google the most hilarious things.
Such as last month some one in England went searching for "Mrs. Brinkworths cats."
Seriously do they want one?
A few people have searched for me Dusty B., one search was for Mike Brinkworth Grand Canyon.
I have "Binky's" number if they need it.
It seems as if there is another "Carsten Morgan" back east.
Sounds like he is a good guy.
"Brooke Simper Saige Chet" even got a hit yesterday.
What they forgot about me? I am going to need therapy.
Those foreigners across the pond have a great interest in "Marrying an old man."
Sorry girls he is all mine.
Even googling my mother-in-law will throw you to my blog.
So now some of Valeries' crazy people can find me.
I must say the largest group of people directed to my happy little place google about the need to wear a slip.
I have groupies, or alot of women get dressed really fast on Sunday mornings.
Most traffic though is friends and family, and I assume friends and family of theirs, a bit reminiscent of M.C.I.'s old marketing take.
So please drop us a line it would be nice to hear from you, or even invite us to come and visit your little "bloggy world" and get to know you a little bit better.
I must say though I am glad nobody so far has found me after googling "Crazy lady with kids and pets" because then I would really have a following.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
My Pearls
When I read a book I always read the last chapter first, yes I need to know the ending.
I need to know if when I finish the rest of the book if I will miss it. You see for me most books I read become friends, some to laugh with, some to identify with and some to cry and morn with.
Recently with great struggle I finished a book, just a paperback that I had picked up somewhere, at the moment I can't even recall the title.
Honestly it was a book I finished only because it was cold and I had nothing better to do.
You know the one, bad marriage ends, the main characters mother passes away, the fight with the ex over who gets the kids.
The one that always ends with, a perfect new love who was there waiting all along, a relationship rediscovered with an estranged sister and of course shared custody of the well adjusted kids.
And her house is perfectly decorated and clean.
Oh we are all so happy.
One thing still stood out though, as "Claires" mother is dying(after a long valiant battle with cancer of course) she mentions her "pearls" and those belonging to Claires grandmother. Thinking perhaps that the cancer has invaded her mothers brain "Claire" gently points out that there was never money for any frivolous extras.
Her mothers calm reply "Then my daughter you have not discovered your pearls yet. Find them."
Well, I went searching and I found mine, quit quickly really.
Strands and strands of them.
I discovered them draped protectively around my shoulders wrapped around my neck and upper body like luminous armour.
Some I found were perfect; matched in size and color, almost gaudy in their showy look at me largess.
Many though while just as perfect were much smaller, the memories of their making silent shadows revisited with quiet joy and tender smiles.
They hang perfectly spaced strung on gorgeous silk threads, placed with such detail that all who see them look on with jealousy and longing.
They are the pearl of firsts. First loves, first joys, and first heartbreak, the forever I do, and the eternal we will.
Some glow with a brilliant white light, some a softer glow. Lovingly a handful shine with gentle pastel shades of pink and blue their memories made of soft breath and first scent, tiny hands held and cheeks caressed.
I also discovered pearls that will never be shown, they are the misshaped ones, blessedly tiny and few. I can hide them in the back safely tucked in under my hair.
These are the pearls of wrong choices, misdirection.
The pearls of pain and sorrow.
Some are so small that thankfully only I know that they are there, the ones that were spat out quickly, as their memory still leaves a bitter taste. Others hang there lopsided with no real color, sharing memory but adding no life of their own.
They hang on frayed threads knotted tightly and with great spaces so as to keep them from contaminating the others with their darkness.
My pearls I discovered are still forming, they are tiny but still there, they sigh with great delight as I in awe rub them softly between my fingers. The promise with which they wink at me sends shivers of anticipation down my body as I can only wait impatiently to see what they will look like. Their size, their color.
I found in my search that not only had I discovered "my pearls" but in doing so I had found myself. I like myself and am even proud of myself. I find great satisfaction in being the wife of Mike, the mother of our many small children. The ones who will help shape the future.
For I am the collector of pearls.
I need to know if when I finish the rest of the book if I will miss it. You see for me most books I read become friends, some to laugh with, some to identify with and some to cry and morn with.
Recently with great struggle I finished a book, just a paperback that I had picked up somewhere, at the moment I can't even recall the title.
Honestly it was a book I finished only because it was cold and I had nothing better to do.
You know the one, bad marriage ends, the main characters mother passes away, the fight with the ex over who gets the kids.
The one that always ends with, a perfect new love who was there waiting all along, a relationship rediscovered with an estranged sister and of course shared custody of the well adjusted kids.
And her house is perfectly decorated and clean.
Oh we are all so happy.
One thing still stood out though, as "Claires" mother is dying(after a long valiant battle with cancer of course) she mentions her "pearls" and those belonging to Claires grandmother. Thinking perhaps that the cancer has invaded her mothers brain "Claire" gently points out that there was never money for any frivolous extras.
Her mothers calm reply "Then my daughter you have not discovered your pearls yet. Find them."
Well, I went searching and I found mine, quit quickly really.
Strands and strands of them.
I discovered them draped protectively around my shoulders wrapped around my neck and upper body like luminous armour.
Some I found were perfect; matched in size and color, almost gaudy in their showy look at me largess.
Many though while just as perfect were much smaller, the memories of their making silent shadows revisited with quiet joy and tender smiles.
They hang perfectly spaced strung on gorgeous silk threads, placed with such detail that all who see them look on with jealousy and longing.
They are the pearl of firsts. First loves, first joys, and first heartbreak, the forever I do, and the eternal we will.
Some glow with a brilliant white light, some a softer glow. Lovingly a handful shine with gentle pastel shades of pink and blue their memories made of soft breath and first scent, tiny hands held and cheeks caressed.
I also discovered pearls that will never be shown, they are the misshaped ones, blessedly tiny and few. I can hide them in the back safely tucked in under my hair.
These are the pearls of wrong choices, misdirection.
The pearls of pain and sorrow.
Some are so small that thankfully only I know that they are there, the ones that were spat out quickly, as their memory still leaves a bitter taste. Others hang there lopsided with no real color, sharing memory but adding no life of their own.
They hang on frayed threads knotted tightly and with great spaces so as to keep them from contaminating the others with their darkness.
My pearls I discovered are still forming, they are tiny but still there, they sigh with great delight as I in awe rub them softly between my fingers. The promise with which they wink at me sends shivers of anticipation down my body as I can only wait impatiently to see what they will look like. Their size, their color.
I found in my search that not only had I discovered "my pearls" but in doing so I had found myself. I like myself and am even proud of myself. I find great satisfaction in being the wife of Mike, the mother of our many small children. The ones who will help shape the future.
For I am the collector of pearls.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Thoughts
Where have we all gone to?
January and February have got to be the most boring months for us.
No Birthdays or parties, Christmas has come and gone, the newness worn off all the goodies and school and work is the same old same old.
Baseball and Soccer are still months away, the trampoline and swing set are buried under a foot of new snow this morning.
Unfortunately this time of year even my beads hold no interest and I just walk by and look at them and wonder if I will ever get back to them.
The teachers at school report the kids are all getting antsy and acting out(not mine as they are perfect) and teachers tempers are getting shorter.
Mike and the crew are spending most of their time fighting over who gets to drive the bobcat, and playing "Sniper Elite" on the x-box. And even the tourists move a little slower.
The wind though this morning has slowed and the snow let up so maybe just maybe we will venture out this afternoon to enjoy out fifth snow day this year.
Thank goodness the have invoked the "Act of God" clause and the kids will not have to attend school well into June.
So please excuse our absence or lack of excitement in our lives, but March will bring back the Birthday rush, spring break, free range with cute baby calves, and maybe just maybe some happier baby news too.
p.s. this Saturday Braxton will be competing in the Coconino County Spelling Bee and is getting a little nervous so please keep him in your thoughts.
January and February have got to be the most boring months for us.
No Birthdays or parties, Christmas has come and gone, the newness worn off all the goodies and school and work is the same old same old.
Baseball and Soccer are still months away, the trampoline and swing set are buried under a foot of new snow this morning.
Unfortunately this time of year even my beads hold no interest and I just walk by and look at them and wonder if I will ever get back to them.
The teachers at school report the kids are all getting antsy and acting out(not mine as they are perfect) and teachers tempers are getting shorter.
Mike and the crew are spending most of their time fighting over who gets to drive the bobcat, and playing "Sniper Elite" on the x-box. And even the tourists move a little slower.
The wind though this morning has slowed and the snow let up so maybe just maybe we will venture out this afternoon to enjoy out fifth snow day this year.
Thank goodness the have invoked the "Act of God" clause and the kids will not have to attend school well into June.
So please excuse our absence or lack of excitement in our lives, but March will bring back the Birthday rush, spring break, free range with cute baby calves, and maybe just maybe some happier baby news too.
p.s. this Saturday Braxton will be competing in the Coconino County Spelling Bee and is getting a little nervous so please keep him in your thoughts.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
why
Okay a few nice people, I am sure, have questioned me as to why there are not more pictures of my kids on my blog, well
1. funny its my blog, not theirs(my kids that is) so I can do anything I want.
2. I am not a paranoid person, but once a picture is posted it can be seen by anyone in the world with Internet access and that kind of scares me. The thought of my precious children's photos being looked at or even used by the wrong people makes me sick.
So that all folks; we take plenty of pictures of our critters and I will mail you some the old fashioned way if you would like or email or even over the phone( I have an adorable one of Dawson on my phone right now, but it looks like he has no clothes on) but I will not post tons of pictures of my little ones that may put them in harms way.
Cause after all, we just want whats best for our kids.
1. funny its my blog, not theirs(my kids that is) so I can do anything I want.
2. I am not a paranoid person, but once a picture is posted it can be seen by anyone in the world with Internet access and that kind of scares me. The thought of my precious children's photos being looked at or even used by the wrong people makes me sick.
So that all folks; we take plenty of pictures of our critters and I will mail you some the old fashioned way if you would like or email or even over the phone( I have an adorable one of Dawson on my phone right now, but it looks like he has no clothes on) but I will not post tons of pictures of my little ones that may put them in harms way.
Cause after all, we just want whats best for our kids.
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